Tuesday, October 7, 2008

The Munchkins

These are pictures taken at the zoo a month or so ago (it was really hot, hence wet-headed, sweaty boys). From top to bottom: G-Dog, ConMan and Lil' Maa-Maa. No, the twins are not identical. For more on funny twin stories, see mommysnark. She's my baby sister, and she has twins, too, and every funny twins thing that has happened to me, happened to her first, and she already wrote about it, so I don't need to.

Oh!!!Yeah i love, really really Love!Jenny funny experiences!!!But i just can`t wait to hear your own motherhood stories...and i bet you have many, with these boys!!!When i found out you started a blog, i was so excited...soooo you better keep posting!!!Love ya Jessie

Emily-Glad to welcome you to the world of blogging. I'm excited to spy on you from across the country--it makes me feel like I'm keeping in touch with my long ago friends even though I'm lousy at officially keeping in touch.

Hey, I just got your email about your blog and I look forward to checking it out and seeing what you're up to. I really do love blogging and it's a really fun way to keep in touch. Jenny just wrote on my blog lately that we really do need to get together and I totally agree. If you ever want to check out my blog it's: floridacooperfamily.blogspot.comlove ya

Pennies from heaven . . .

To Comment, or Not to Comment?

I write for personal enrichment. It forces me to use my brain, improve my vocabulary, focus my energies, and exercise my talents. Even if there is only one person out there besides my blood relatives who reads a word I've written, I want my writing to be as clean and polished as possible for that one person, and for myself -- because I am a bit of a perfectionist, and because I have found that it is a singular pleasure to go back to old posts and reminisce about what my kids were doing, or what I was thinking about. I am grateful that even though I can't remember what was happening in my life six months ago (precisely) I have recorded something of the thoughts and events I was experiencing then.

I also read for personal enrichment. Sometimes I comment, sometimes I don't. But I never (can I say it louder? NEVER) comment just because I want someone else to comment on my blog. I would call that insincere. I would call that fake. I would call that a bit too much like middle school for comfort.

I comment when I feel moved to comment; when I have some valid question, or an answer for someone else's; when I feel inspired by someone's post, be it hilarious or harrowing or heartfelt. But I don't not comment because I disliked something. Sometimes it's just the opposite, and I feel like anything I could say would seem trite next to the extremely wonderful post I've been reading.

I expect the same of you, dear readers! Don't comment on my blog just because you want my comments. You may or may not get them, and if you do, it will have nothing to do with reciprocity. The only thing that will get me to comment on your blog is content.

So. I write for me. I read for me. Sometimes I comment. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I get comments. Sometimes I don't. But either way, I'll still be writing. And either way, I will have many happy days of reminiscing and remembering in the future because I had the wherewithal to write down some stuff about my life.

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You can call me InkMom (as in I'm Not Crazy Mommy, except with a K instead of a C because I don't want to be IncMom). I have been happily married to CPod since day one, which was just about 12 years ago. We have three little boys: G-Dog and ConMan are twins (they are 4), and Lil' MayDay just turned 3. We recently welcomed some more diversity into our family when baby girl Miscellany joined the crew.
We live in beautiful western North Carolina, and we love it, and we will never leave because I go through separation anxiety when I think about residing some place outside of these mountains. I am a mom, a musician, a teacher, a bookkeeper, a writer, a housekeeper, a scullery maid, a thinker, a runner, a daughter and a sister . . . but you'll learn all that eventually if I keep posting and you keep reading.